Natural Selection

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trapline
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Natural Selection

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His head hurts...it's throbbing as he feels the blood in his veins dehydrated and thick sluggishly and maddeningly travel around his dirty skull, and under his thick ragged hair.
It feels like the sand of the wastes, coarse and unrelenting are scraping behind his bloodshot red eyes, and his mouth is full of congealed blood and a thick lump of dry clay he manages to identify as his tongue.

Krovan is hung over.

He looks around the dusk wrapped alley and when his eyes meet the high walls he feels like hes been swallowed whole by some monstrous sandstone predator. His body jerks and a convulsion runs from his swollen face to his clawed feet. His hair stiffens, and more of it sprouts like spines along his arms, his hands begin to shake and white hot pain lances through his fingers as claws sharp and yellowed spring from their ends.

He is hunched now, growling savagely as he forces the change to stop, the pain is intense, unrelenting and he staggers to his feet to find a drink, to take the edge off.

The bar is cool and smooth beneath his arms, the beer bitter and dark, and more than likely weeks old. He thinks about the wastes, the wide open freedom and anger surges in him. To be trapped here in this filthy city, driven from his hunting grounds and forced to seek shelter within these walls! to live amongst the dirt eaters and fat tender weaklings!

He must adapt however, only the strongest should live, he knows this, in the wilds he lived as an animal, and yet this city is no different. Here there is predator and prey, and everyday something or someone is consumed as testament to that fact. A laugh escapes his throat, it sounds like a mad animal and the patrons of the tavern look quickly away as he searches their eyes.

If he must live in this place he will find a strong pack, and he will survive, because that's what he's always done. Survived.

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Re: Natural Selection

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Leaving the tavern Krovan wanders the streets of Tyr, aimlessly at first, then with a purpose. Earlier at the Elven Market something caught his eye but he hadn't had a chance to investigate further. Now seemed as good a time as any to have a peek.

The Elven Market in Tyr is always a cacophony of sights, sounds and smells. Goods of every shape and size are on display in bunches and chords and rashers. Exotic goods from the deep wastes find their way here through a secretive network of elven traders and merchants.

Krovan stops at one booth suddenly. A weapon vendor...and not a very good one by the look of his wares. Another weapon vendor nearby named Grik has a much more impressive display than what this man is selling. There is one piece that stood out to Krovan before, and now its clear why. It was a sword, long and blood red, crafted from the jaw bone of a large beast. The teeth are still clearly visible and they are razor sharp and black. There are other mandible blades for sale but none of them have a the special property that this one has.

Krovan had seen a sword like this once before. A bard assassin he had met in the wastes had shown him how the teeth were hollow and poison could be placed within, making the smallest scratch very deadly.

This fool is selling the sword for only 50 Cp, clearly not many know of the hidden property of the bone. A quick glance across the market reveals Shirral. Krovan had heard rumors that she sells poisons discreetly to friends...maybe he would see what she had to say as well...

trapline
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Re: Natural Selection

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Krovan eyes the poison vendor's booth warily, he is not used to interacting with people. His sand stiffened hair and dirty clothing hangs ragged and unwashed from his body, fleas and ticks scamper through his crusty hair. He realizes quickly that if he wants to obtain the sword and the poisons to use it he's going to need the help of someone with a gift for speaking the language of trade.

As he looks about the square for a likely ally to aid him
His nose lifts into the air, and he catches a familiar scent..

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Re: Natural Selection

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Across the square Krovan spots someone he knows. Warthok, the huge half-giant bartender at the Blue Crystal. He appears to be buying some meats and other supplies, no doubt restocking the holds of his tavern. The vendor, Tormal you think someone called him, looks decidedly uncomfortable with an intimidating half giant towering over him, barking demands. Tormal quickly fills Warthoks order while dry washing his hands repeatedly.

Warthok is aware of his imposing visage, and uses it to his advantage when dealing with others. Krovan stops briefly and reevaluates the half-giant. He is isn't dull, like many of his race are and he clearly knows how to handle himself in the streets of Tyr...

trapline
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Re: Natural Selection

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"Wartok!, you big bald bastard I need you to do me a favour!"

Krovan eyes the Half giant with a bleary stare, and quietly explains that he needs Wartok to buy him the sword and some poison from the vendor, he pushes the money into Wartok's hand stiffly, and then growls in a low tone.

"Cross me and you know what will happen"

He looks around secretively and adds

"Afterwords let's go over to Talak's and get a drink, maybe get into a fight!"

Smiling at the prospect Krovan, leans back and picks an errant flea from his hair, crushing it in his fingers and then licking the juice from his skin.

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